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Monday, May 31, 2010

I think I'll always be grateful to Debbie for introducing me to Satura Cakes. She & Whit had ordered their wedding cake from Satura. As the florist, it was my job to drop off flowers at the bakery for the topper.

I walked into the bakery & was immediately drawn to the tiny pastries in the display cabinet.

I had to try something. We were a little in a hurry though. I just asked for a few donuts.

Someday, when we are with Jesus, there will be no more reasons to cry,

no more pain, no more sickness, no more hunger & no more death.

We want to use our real life to teach our kids about real life.

Gillian is starting to understand.
She understands memorials or remembrances.
And she understands a little about heartbreak
(when you are really, really sad)
& a little bit about pain
(it's like when you have really bad red blood, right?)
She asked us if her brother is now a really big man
who is standing with Jesus right now.

Bromeliads are quite masculine. My husband bought one for a houseplant. I did not care for it. I didn't force it out of the house. But, I was unwilling to give my husband any affirmation that it was good looking.

So, it got taken to Scott's office. There, the Bromeliad is well loved by men. They call it elTigre.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I was on my last roll of toilet paper for my household. It was necessary for me to go to Target.
(Although, I did have napkins, cloth diapers & lettuce in the house still.
Any of those could have been a substitute, I suppose.)

Target has Dwell Studio tablecloths that are gorgeous, for $20.

That is my couch though, not my table.

This is what is on my table. Oil cloth that can wiped off after each meal.

(Or every other meal. Depends on whether or not I care if it is clean.)

The pits are waiting for Gillian. She is going to plant them.

She ate this many "soft little peaches called apricots" in one day. I think she likes them.

I do, too. I love apricot season. I wanted to make cobbler. But, I was trying to be good. I left them alone. Then by the next morning, they were all eaten anyway. That's a good thing & a bad thing.

I do remember my mom warning me as a little girl, not to eat too many apricots, or I would make myself sick.

I think my husband will be proud of me when he gets home. It's always a good day for him, when there is too much vegetable matter to fit into the countertop bucket & it is just all over the counter. He loves to compost.

I am going to be cutting back. On kid's clothes. Shuffling clothes in & out of the house as they grow out of one size & into the next. Kids grow too fast. I'm having a hard time keeping up. I just started the shuffle again this week. But, I'm not finished. This is what Moira's room looks like.

I have decided to stop saving clothes that are all stainy & awful looking. That's a bit of a no-brainer, I guess. But, I'm going to do more. Once the child outgrows the clothes & it is time to pack them into the garage, if I don't just love it, I am getting rid of it. They seriously don't need all these clothes.

Speaking of clothes I love - this is one of my favorites that Gillian used to wear. Now they fit Moira.
Look at those little jeans. Ack! I love 'em!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Should people write about important deep stuff on the Internet?
Should they all "strictly restrict their remarks to the weather"?
There is a lot of good writing out there; thoughtful stuff; impactful stuff.
There is also a lot of discouraging stuff; distasteful stuff; thoughtless stuff.

The written word is powerful. I want to try to use it for good. But, I'm not a talented writer. I am sure no one would publish my writings. So, I publish myself on Blogger. But, being self publishing, means I have no editor. The ease of typing a few thoughts & pushing publish means I may not even do self editing. There in lies my problem.

The words I write are my responsibility. I need to take care. I need to edit my own opinions. Just because this is my blog, doesn't mean I can write whatever I want. And, even if I take care with what I write, it doesn't mean that I am always right.

Here's a good standard
- Philippians 4:8
"Finally brethren, whatever is true,
whatever is honorable,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is of good repute,
if there is any excellence
and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things."

-Ephesians 4:29
"...such a word as is good for edification, according to the need of the moment, that it may give grace to the hearer [readers, too]."

I want to be careful to edit myself, in written & spoken word.
And, sometimes, even when I think I've properly edited, I still may be wrong.
I still may need to take back stuff I've said.

*********** I was just reading this passage, in 2 Timothy
& thought is was so appropriate for this discussion.**********"But avoid foolish & ignorant disputes, knowing that they generate strife. And a servant of the Lord must not quarrel, but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth..."

That is not to say that a gentle, intelligent conversation or debate is wrong.
I think it takes discernment to know when & what to discuss, don't you?

What do you think are the positives to the whole blogosphere? What are the negatives? How are you going to make it better?

I want to learn to talk about important things, without being super sensitive.
I want to be able to affirm that God's Word is truth,
but admit that I don't always understand it rightly.
I want to be careful to read the Bible, to see what God commands of us,
but also what He does not command of us.
I want to show people more grace, without withholding truth.

Friday, May 21, 2010

If you've never heard of Anencephaly, you are not alone. My spell check doesn't recognize the word.

A little more than 5 years ago, I had never heard of it either.

When the ultrasound technician said the word to me, I didn't know what it meant.

If you Google the word, the main thing you will get is cold medical terminology. You may find out that some very educated people don't think that anencephalic babies have any life in them. There is a lot you can read & lot you probably shouldn't read. If you are searching for information about Anencephaly, I think the only place you need to go is Anencephaly.info

During the bittersweet months of being pregnant with our son, Gabriel, we learned a lot about life- even more about its preciousness. He was so active & lively. He was crazier in utero than his younger siblings. Sometimes it was like he was break dancing. Or practicing gymnastics.

Anencephaly is always fatal. That is a factual truth. But, prior to the death, there was life. Our baby was alive. He even held on through the hardship of being born.

We welcomed a child into this world, 5 years ago.

We even received a note of congratulations.

Gabriel Scott Adams was alive; even if for only a few minutes after birth.

If you are carrying a baby diagnosed with Anencephaly, I would love to talk with you. Or maybe you gave birth & have already had to say good bye to your baby. If you want to talk to someone, let me know.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

While in Macdoel last week (we are home finally!), we had a couple surprise days off. So, we took some day trips to see new things.

We went to Ashland Oregon one day. The drive was incredibly beautiful. And, for a portion of the time, incredibly frightening. Highway 66 climbs up the side of the mountains, offering you extremely sheer cliffs to fall off of along the way.

Where you realize that vibrating phones sound just like cattle mooing.

(The cowboy said that a lot of the cows most likely have pneumonia,

with all the bad weather we've been having.

I guess he's checking them today.)

Where everywhere there are no Juniper trees, there are fields of Hay, Alfalfa & berry plants.

(This view is from our driveway.
Scott will be planting the field in the background soon.)

Where you can wake up in the month of May to 17 degree temps
& still be in California.

And then later in the day it might get to 60 degrees.

Where the "Cherry House" double wide trailer
is one of the nicest houses around.

Where there are Bald & Golden Eagles everywhere.

But, I don't have a single photo of them.

(Sunday Scott drove us around & we saw about 12 Eagles in 5 minutes time.)

Where the static electricity (or elecserious, as Gillian says) is going to drive me insane.
It's best to never wash your hair. Then the heaviness of the grease keeps it from frizzing too much.
Also, never brush dry hair. That brings disaster.

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I love Jesus. I love my family. I love flowers & kids. I love blustery days & sunshine. I love champagne & coffee. I love dark chocolate & homemade pizza.
I have a wonderful husband. We have 4 sweet babies here; and our first baby, who had Anencephaly, is with Jesus.
We are now waiting for adoption referral for another little person!